Hey Woman, That Slut is Your Sister

Seriously my last nerve was plucked as I watched one of the leading daytime talk shows debate if another woman was indeed a slut or not. I was perturbed to hear another woman say she’s not a slut, she’s a whore; a whore is ok, it’s like, “Hey ho”, but slut is just nasty.

Are you kidding me?

Both terms are disrespectful and have a filthy connotation aware to all.
This is female degradation at its best; or should I say worst. Does the phrase, “Women’s Rights”, mean anything to anyone? It appalls me that we, us women, are the very people picking each other apart and tearing each other down more than anyone else.

Women have fought for us to enjoy equal rights (although that is a continuous battle, we have made leaps and bounds); and to unify in womanhood; and yet we self-righteously judge and condemn our fellow women, our sisters. Are we not sisters? Are you not your sisters’ keeper?
You definitely aren’t if you’re calling out sluts and whores, thots and b*tches, and the like.

A sister is supposed to empower, lift up, embrace and forgive, guide and teach; as sisters we should stick together. However, in 2014 that’s level of sisterhood is akin to speaking an unfamiliar language. Within every women’s empowerment group and/or event I have taken part in I have still witnessed the same cattiness, judgment and backstabbing. Why? Why is it so hard for us to look far beyond the sins of each other, the flaws, the failures, the poor choices and to see the beauty that lies within, the greatness that is woman?

Should your sister decide to sleep with numerous men, her vagina is not yours, it is not your place to drag her name through the mud. Perhaps you may genuinely hope for the best for her, that she may discover a new way, a better way to be loved and adored.

Here'’s a thought, perhaps you could be a nonjudgmental positive force of encouragement in her life and perhaps through your subtle daily living show her a better way?

Many of us act as if we’ve never fallen short, made poor choices, loved the wrong one, welcomed one too many to discover the treasure that is between our legs.

Many of us act like we don’t have a past that holds many skeletons that we plan to leave locked in the closet.

What if someone wrote all your sins and poor choices on a white wall that followed you around for all to see? What would your wall say? How long and how many tries did it take you before you got it right, or seemingly right; enough for you to be pass so much judgment onto someone else?

I wonder how different things would be if we each thought about that before we parted our lips to speak ill of another woman, her lifestyle and choices. You don’t have to agree or condone all of one’s choices and behavior to still support and empower one another.

We are our sisters’ keeper, yet we’re keeping our sisters down and dishonored. I’d like to see this change, I’m starting with me.

I commit to not judge and tear down another woman just because her choices and lifestyle may be different than my own.
We are not defined by our past, we can be transformed through the lessons we learn because of our past. I will never count one of my sisters out because greatness is within each of us and I truly want us all to be great.
Peace. Freelance writer Tinita Tennant is your girlfriend with a fresh perspective and she’s always looking to inspire. Check her out at www.tinitatennant.com.Get your blog delivered to you! Type your email address in the box and click the "create subscription" button. Six Brown Chicks' list is completely spam free, and you can opt out at any time.